Chapter 1226 - 1223: The Second Young Master
Yang Xu called Lai Xiaole, but his phone was always off, so he went to Lai Xiaole's studio.
Lai Xiaole's studio wasn't far, located on the twelfth floor of a building. When Yang Xu arrived, Lai Xiaole wasn't there; the secretary told him he'd gone out.
Lai Xiaole's secretary was a woman named Yan Xin'er, very young and beautiful, but Yang Xu never thought much of her, feeling that she was too seductive, the kind of woman you can't trust even at home.
Since Lai Xiaole wasn't there, Yang Xu decided to leave. Yan Xin'er called out to him, "Wait, President Lai left something for you and a message."
Yang Xu chuckled to himself; a shabby little studio, and they're calling him President Lai.
Yang Xu was dumbfounded when he saw what Lai Xiaole left for him.
Lai Xiaole had left him a moth, a black paper moth with eyes that glowed blue.
Yan Xin'er didn't seem to notice Yang Xu's surprised look; she was busy flaunting herself with seductive charm: "President Lai asked me to tell you to keep this thing close to your body, don't lose it, or else you'll bring disaster upon yourself. Also, don't go out unnecessarily."
Yang Xu held the paper moth, feeling unsettled, pondering as he walked: Lai Xiaole gave me this moth, seems like he knows something about my situation. Could I have encountered something, or something I shouldn't have met?
As he left the building, still deep in thought with his head down, he suddenly bumped into someone, and the paper moth flew out of his hand.
Yang Xu had bumped into a woman in her forties, not exactly attractive, with a waist like a barrel. Before he could speak, the woman screamed insults at him as if slaughtered a pig: "Are you blind? How do you walk?"
Yang Xu didn't respond, just smiled apologetically, offering his apologies, and the woman left still grumbling.
The moth, the paper moth in his hand was gone. Yang Xu was alarmed and quickly looked around for the paper moth that had flown away.
The paper moth was blown a short distance away by the wind. Yang Xu hurried over, intending to pick it up.
At that moment, a car seemed to lose control and came rushing towards Yang Xu.
When Yang Xu looked up, the car had already hit him.
Yang Xu was dead. Before he died, his eyes were fixed on the nearby paper moth, its blue-glowing eyes seeming to mock him.
Lai Xiaole returned three days after Yang Xu's death. As soon as he returned, Yan Xin'er told him about Yang Xu's death.
Showing no reaction, Lai Xiaole merely sighed softly, saying, "He still couldn't escape it."
Yan Xin'er was puzzled and asked Lai Xiaole, "President Lai, did you know he was going to die?"
Lai Xiaole said nothing, falling into deep thought. A few days before, he had seen Yang Xu. Yang Xu's complexion was ashen; his forehead was shrouded in black, and his eyes were dull and lifeless—a typical sign of great disaster. The divination book says, "A dull face, clouds above, life and death are difficult to resolve; eyes without light, the spirit is gone, not even immortals can save." Lai Xiaole, being a descendant of the famed clairvoyant Lai Buyi, could surely see it. He indeed saw it, and he also saw that Yang Xu had been cursed with the Soul Leaving Spell.
The so-called Soul Leaving Spell uses a person's dreams to create an illusion, unsettling the mind and preventing the three souls from gathering. This kind of talisman is also known as the Black Moth Curse.
The Soul Leaving Spell is a Taoist Skill from the Carefree Sect, but the Carefree Sect has vanished for a century.
Lai Xiaole wanted to save Yang Xu but was busy with other matters these days.
The reason he fell into deep thought was that he felt Yang Xu's death was mysterious and unclear. Yang Xu was his friend, and if he died mysteriously, Lai Xiaole should seek justice for him.
"President Lai, Chen Hui just called and asked if you could stop by her place," Yan Xin'er walked in from outside, wrapping her arms affectionately around Lai Xiaole's neck, her breath fragrant.
Lai Xiaole snapped out of his thoughts, looking up to see Yan Xin'er's charmingly smiling face. He raised his right hand and pinched her smooth face: "Got it, I'll head over now."
Yan Xin'er pouted coquettishly, her red lips pursed: "President Lai, can't you give me a kiss?"
Lai Xiaole packed his things while saying, "Xinxin, I'm a Lai family descendant, you know the Lai family's ancestral teachings."
Yan Xin'er turned angrily, swaying her shapely hips as she hummed and walked out.
Chen Hui was a very wealthy woman; most of her money was inherited from her late husband.
Chen Hui's husband was called Wang Ping, who, before his death, was the chairman of a group with assets worth over a billion.
A year ago, Wang Ping mysteriously died in the bed of his mistress Huang Lingling. The cause of death has always been a mystery; the police investigated again and again, finding no cause, and finally stating Wang Ping died from a heart attack caused by excitement.
Wang Ping left no children, so most of the assets naturally went to Chen Hui.
Ever since Wang Ping's death, rumors abounded, with many speculating that Chen Hui had killed Wang Ping to obtain his substantial assets.
But Lai Xiaole knew it wasn't Chen Hui who killed Wang Ping because on the day of his death, Chen Hui was with him for a whole day and night.
Chen Hui was with him that day not for anything illicit; they weren't even in the same city but in Chen Hui's hometown.
Lai Xiaole was with Chen Hui in her hometown because he was there to move the graves of Chen Hui's parents. Besides being a fortune-teller, Lai Xiaole was also a Feng Shui Master. Chen Hui's home was in the Purple Bamboo Garden, the most luxurious community in the city, where almost every notable wealthy person lived. When Lai Xiaole arrived at the community gate driving his BYD S6, the security stopped him.
The security was one of those types who looked down on people because of a lowly position. Seeing this rundown car, he refused to let Lai Xiaole in. Left with no option, Lai Xiaole called Chen Hui. Chen Hui told Lai Xiaole to hand the phone over to the security and then reprimanded him harshly. The security's attitude noticeably changed when handing the phone back to Lai Xiaole.
After parking the car, Lai Xiaole went to Chen Hui's door and rang the bell.
Chen Hui was tall, with exquisite features, a typical beauty with an air of sophistication. She was not even thirty, exuding the extremely alluring charm of a mature woman.
A woman's pair of legs, a man's half a life.
Chen Hui's most beautiful feature was her legs, slender yet shapely, perfectly proportioned, and irresistibly alluring to men.
Lai Xiaole was a man, a perfectly normal man, and every time he saw those legs, his heart would race.
Today, his heart was pounding even more wildly because today Chen Hui had completely exposed those beautiful legs, wearing only a very short skirt.
Chen Hui looked unwell, but upon seeing Lai Xiaole, she greeted him with a smile.
Lai Xiaole dared not look at those legs anymore, lowering his head as he entered the living room. Observing both appearance and complexion is the basic common sense in face reading. As soon as Lai Xiaole sat down, he noticed that Chen Hui's complexion seemed off. Her delicate face appeared somewhat pale, her brows were disordered, and the edges of her eyes were tinged with black.
As the saying from facial reading books goes, when a woman's eyebrows break, disaster is imminent; when blackness circles the eyes, the household will be unsettled.
"Sister Hui, have you been having nightmares recently?" Lai Xiaole asked Chen Hui.
Chen Hui replied, surprised, "Yes, it's been many days. I saw a doctor but they couldn't pinpoint the cause."
Once again the Soul Leaving Spell, Lai Xiaole silently took a breath.
Why is this Taoist skill, lost for nearly a hundred years, resurfacing now? Is it possible that the Carefree Sect wasn't eradicated? Yang Xu's death, coupled with Chen Hui's current condition, could all these be related?
If related, then what exactly is the connection between them?
Seeing Lai Xiaole silent, Chen Hui asked, "Xiao Le, is there something wrong?"
Lai Xiaole shook his head; he didn't want to tell Chen Hui about it.
Just then, Chen Hui inadvertently moved her beautiful legs, and the delightful view beneath the ultra-short skirt flashed in Lai Xiaole's eyes, causing his just-calmed heart to start pounding wildly again, with his body's certain functions fully reacting.
Avoiding Chen Hui's gaze, Lai Xiaole looked elsewhere, "Sister Hui, could you tell me about the dreams you've been having?"
Chen Hui's face suddenly turned red, remaining silent.
Even though Chen Hui was having nightmares, some elements in the dreams were truly hard to talk about.
In the void-like world, Chen Hui found herself stark naked, doing that intimate thing with a man whose appearance was unclear. Perhaps from loneliness for too long, she could distinctly feel the exhilarating sensation.
But every time at the peak of excitement, the man changed, turning into a moth, a moth with blue glowing eyes, circling around her body.
After waiting for a while without an answer, Lai Xiaole shifted his gaze to Chen Hui, coincidentally catching her looking at him with a shy glance.
Seeing Chen Hui's bashful and avoiding gaze, Lai Xiaole felt his heart was about to jump out as it raced.
"Sister Hui, why aren't you speaking?" Lai Xiaole dared not look anymore, sipping tea from his cup.
Chen Hui lowered her head, starting to stutter as she described her dream.
The more Lai Xiaole listened, the more he felt like Chen Hui was seducing him, especially with those deadly legs shifting uneasily, the delightful view flashing repeatedly.
Once Chen Hui finished, her charming face was completely red, yet she secretly glanced at Lai Xiaole.
Lai Xiaole found it hard to stay seated, taking a deep breath, he stood up, inspecting the living room surroundings.
Looking at the living room's decor, it was indeed luxurious, giving off a majestic impression. On the cabinet along the southern wall, a pot of flowers was in full bloom.
Lai Xiaole walked over, sniffed them, and slightly furrowed his brows before turning to ask Chen Hui, "Did you place this flower here?"
Chen Hui shook her head, "No, I'll ask Sister Mei."
Sister Mei was Chen Hui's forty-something maid.
Chen Hui called Sister Mei over, asking her why the flowers were placed there.
Sister Mei said, "The second young master brought this flower over and wanted it placed here."
Lai Xiaole frowned and inquired from Chen Hui, "Who is the second young master?"
Chen Hui replied, "My husband's brother, Wang Lei."
Lai Xiaole tightly knit his brows, remaining silent, then after a while he told Sister Mei, "Sister Mei, take this flower out and find somewhere to bury it deep."
Chen Hui and Sister Mei were puzzled, staring silently at Lai Xiaole.
Lai Xiaole didn't explain, instead, he said to Chen Hui, "Sister Hui, lead me to see your bedroom."
In the bedroom, Lai Xiaole noticed a pot of flowers on the cabinet next to the bedhead and asked Chen Hui, "Sister Hui, why put flowers in the bedroom?"
Chen Hui explained, "I had Sister Mei move this flower in here, it smelled pleasant and I thought it would help me sleep better."
Lai Xiaole instructed, "Have Sister Mei quickly take it out and find a place to bury it deep."
Leaving Chen Hui's house, Lai Xiaole's brows furrowed, wondering who harbored such deep animosity against Chen Hui, using this method to deal with her.